contents: swear. Step. Come, swear to that ;-[Gives CALIBAN the Keg.]-kiss the book: I will furnish it anon with new [CALIBAN drinks greedily. Trin. By this good light, this is a very shallow monster :-I afeard of him ?-a very weak monster —the man i'the moon!-A most poor, credulous monster. Step. Well drawn, monster, in good sooth. [Takes the Keg from CALIBAN. Cal. I'll show thee every fertile inch o' the island ; And I'll kiss thy foot: I pr'ythee, be my god. Trin. By this light, a most perfidious and drunken monster; when his god's asleep, he'll rob his bottle. Cal. I'll show thee the best springs; I'll pluck thee berries; I'll fish for thee, and get thee wood enough. A plague upon the tyrant that I serve! I'll bear him no more sticks, but follow thee, Trin. A most ridiculous monster to make a wonder of a poor drunkard.—Ah me! Cal. Ipr'ythee, let me bring thee where crabs grow: And I with my long nails will dig thee pig-nuts; Show thee a jay's nest, and instruct thee how To snare the nimble marmozet; I'll bring thee To clust'ring filberts, and sometimes I'll get thee Young sea-mells from the rock: Wilt thou go with me? Step. I pr'ythee now, lead the way, without any more talking.-What, Trinculo,-weeping ?-You spill your wine out of your eyes; you shall drink no more. Trin. This will be a doleful day with my poor girl : she gave me a gilt nutmeg at parting: that's lost too. -But, come, sorrow is dry,-[Takes the Keg.] Here's to you, Stephano. [Drinks. Step. Beshrew thy heart, for putting me in mind of my wife: It's a good old jade ;--she has but one eye left, and she will weep out that too, when she hears that I am drowned.- [Takes the Keg.] But here's my comfort. [Drinks. Trin. A man had as good e'en be a fish as a man, for any comfort is likely to be got in this island :We may lie at hull here till the wind blow north and by south, ere we can cry-" A sail! a sail !”—at sight of a white apron. Step. Trinculo, the king, and all our company, being drowned, we will inherit here.-Here; bear my bottle, [Gives the Keg to CALIBAN, who drinks it empty.] -and lead the way, monster.-Fellow Trinculo, we'll fill him by and by again. CALIBAN sings drunkenly. No more dams I'll make for fish; At requiring, Nor scrape trench'ring, nor wash dish ; Has a new master;—Get a new man. Trin. Step. S'Ban, 'Ban, Ca-Caliban, and Cal. Has a new master ;—Get a new man. [Exeunt. SCENE VI. A wild and beautiful Part of the Island, on the Seashore. Enter ARIEL and other SPIRITS. SONG BY ARIEL. Come unto these yellow sands, And then take hands; Enter other SPIRITS, dancing. Foot it featly here and there; Chorus of SPIRITS. Hark! hark! The watch-dogs bark: The strain of Chanticleer, Enter FERDINAND, with his Sword drawn.-ARIEL and the other SPIRITS are invisible to him. Fer. Where should this music be? I'the air, or the earth? It sounds no more :—and sure, it waits upon No, it begins again SONG BY ARIEL. Full fathom five, thy father lies; [Music. Chorus of SPIRITS. Sea nymphs hourly ring his knell ; Hark! now I hear them,-ding-dong, bell. Fer. This ditty does remember my drown'd father : This is no mortal business, nor no sound That the earth owes. [ARIEL waves FERDINAND after him. Chorus of SPIRITS. Sea nymphs hourly ring his knell; Hark! now I hear them,-ding-dong, bell. ACT THE THIRD. SCENE I. [Exeunt. The Cell of PROspero. ARIEL and other SPIRITS, still invisible to FERDINAND, sing without. Chorus of SPIRITS. Sea nymphs hourly ring his knell; Hark! now I hear them,-ding-dong, bell. [While they are singing, Enter PROSPERO and MIRANDA. Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance, And say, what thou see'st yond'. Mir. What is't, a spirit? Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir, It carries a brave form :-But 'tis a spirit? Pro. No, wench; it eats, and sleeps, and hath such senses As we have, such: This gallant, which thou seest, Was in the wreck; and, but he's something stain'd With grief, that's beauty's canker, thou might'st call him A goodly person. Enter ARIEL, waving FERDINAND after him, followed by other SPIRITS, Mir. I might call him A thing divine; for nothing natural Pro. It goes on, As my soul prompts it:-Spirit, fine spirit! I'll free thee Within two days for this. Fer. Most sure, the goddess, On whom these airs attend!-Vouchsafe my prayer If you be maid, or no? Mir. No wonder, sir; But certainly a maid. Fer. My language!-Heavens ! I am the best of them, that speak this speech, |